Severe Spanking Stories Novels & Stories

"What are you talking about? You're a lot worse than him when you were younger. Do I have to remind you how many times I had to drag you by the neck and hang you to the door to keep you out of mischief? Marion still hasn't forgotten the time you cut up some of her best fabrics to make a bandana." I couldn't stop a chuckle at the memory of the fuming widow. Serra was scolded terribly by Marion that day before they found the culprit. Nash had to step in and apologise before dragging me back by my ear and literally hanging me by the back of my shirt onto an old nail on his door. Feet dangling and all, Nash ignored me for the rest of the day till I fell asleep, exhausted from all the yelling. Na

A finger, slick with my own juices, pressed against the puckered hole and rubbed slow circles. I whimpered loudly, overwhelmed by all the unfamiliar touches while the spanking continued. Master Viktor picked up a thin, wicked-looking rattan cane from the table. He tapped it lightly against my burning ass. “Twenty strokes,” he announced. “You will count each one out loud. If you miss a count, we start over.” The first stroke landed with a sharp whistle and a fiery line of pain across both cheeks. I cried out, my body jerking against the cuffs. “One!” I gasped.

'Time for a spanking. I felt her hand on my back, pushing me down firmer. Then—crack! Something hard hit my ass through my pants. It stung like fire. I yelped. 'Quiet,' she snapped. It was a ruler, thick and wooden, from her desk. She swung it again, harder this time. Smack! The pain shot through me, making my legs shake. 'Count them,' she said. 'One,' I gasped. Smack! 'Two.'

He began spanking me faster, his palm ramming hard on my skin again and again Each blow was harder than the last, and the heat of the spanking truly began to burn, growing hotter and hotter until it felt like my ass had been set aflame. It was different from any pain I’d experienced before, it hurt a lot and yet my pussy dripped with each contact, thriving harder than it has ever done before. Paulo wasn’t messing around. This was a real spanking and the longer it went on, the more I questioned whether or not I could take it.

My words died on my lips as his hand came down again and made a loud and vicious contact with my bottom. “That was for keeping me waiting.” What? "I didn't even know you were here!" Killain's hand came down again, this time twice as hard. “And that was for raising your voice at me." I squirmed feeling my arousal grow. He wasn't spanking me for any good reason, he just wanted to punish me. And what a punishment it was that had me so painfully aroused. I dug my fingers into the sheets as I braced myself. The next slap hurt worse than the previous two combined and my vision went white with pain.

She shouted as her patience ran out and pain became unbearable but I held her hands pinned behind her back as I kept spanking it harder and harder. "What did you think? We are husband and wife now so I won't punish you for defying me and will make love to you? You're so wrong babes because you made one hell of a mistake by running away " I told her as i kept spanking her ass more barbarously until it turned bleeding red.

I was here until he decided to let me go. As his hands slapped over my oversenttized butt, I cried out, but it soudned more like a damned moan. TO my horror, I rollled my hips, trying to grind my clit against his solid trousers-covered thighs. And despite the agonizing pain, I lifted my ass higher, lifting for the blows, rubbing my clit and nipples over his thighs with reckless abandon. I was going to cum. Wetness will flood out of my hole and stain his pants all because Keagan was spanking me. As suddenly as the blows started, they stopped.

Oliver called me a hussy and said I wear skirts just so he can look… But you bought this skirt, and I really like it. Hearing the word "hussy" come out of my five-year-old's mouth hurt so much it felt like I was pierced with needles. I pulled her close and comfortingly said, "You did nothing wrong, Ava. The clothes are beautiful, and what is ugly is the people's thoughts. "Tomorrow, I'm putting you in the prettiest princess dress." After comforting Ava, I called my husband, Harvey Hoffman. "Honey, something happened at the kindergarten today—" "Madelyn Pennington! Can you stop already?" he irritatedly cut me off. "I'm working myself to death for this family, so could you stop bothering me wi

I sob, gripping the couch as he pounds me, hips slapping my ass hard enough to echo. “Take it,” he grunts, one hand fisting my hair, the other spanking me red. “Take every inch while N*****x watches.” .

Thompson, saw Mom walking out with her boyfriend and said sarcastically, “Your daughter just died a few days ago. Is this your new boyfriend?” Mom’s boyfriend looked confused. Grandpa and Grandma tried to stop him, but it was already too late. The anger Mom had suppressed for so long suddenly burst out, surging over her like a massive tide. I tried to call out, “Mom, don’t do anything foolish.” However, Mom had already lost her reason like a crazed little beast. She grabbed the hammer she had prepared to fix the car, rushed straight at Mr. Thompson, and smashed it into his forehead. Blood gushed out instantly.